Dear Wisdom Poem by Imthiyaz Khan

My dear wisdom!
Where can I find thee?
In books or life?

How does my experience
land me in peril?
How have I come into
the clutches of devil?

What yard stick should I use
to comprehend in life thy role?
Strived have I to have
on my career no evil mole!

How strange,
no fruit do I find
on the fruitful tree!

How great art thou!
Thy grace is not for many!
Am I less fortunate than any?
III
Blessed art those
who enjoy thy charm!
Cursed are those
who have no alarm!

Partiality have thou not shown
towards those own?
Ways to me, so far,
to invite thee, not known!

Taste of letters
and mind of philosophy,
perhaps you don't like!

I don't make hay
while the sun shineth!
Hence, I am called a fool!
Worldly tactics know not I:
to cheat, deceive those believe and make fun
while one crieth!
III
Share do I pain
of the needy a little!
Hurt do I none
saying unhypocrite,
nor am I fickle!

What appealeth to thee
to show
step-mother attitude towards me?
Suspect do I thy domicile whether
thou art not part of Nature!

Answer do I demand
in the form of boon or bane!
Let consumption of it
make me sane or insane!

Let truth be revealed
to one and all
what thou really art!
LONG LIVE MY WISDOM!